This sleet looks worse than it is when every drop shines in the glare of so many lamps.

Now, in with you, Evelyn! Tell Downs to come back, and don't forget which club.

Anyhow, I'll tell him myself." "Shall I wait up for you ?" "Well--er--I shan't be late.

I'll be free by the time Downs returns." "No.

4 taxi!" came a voice, and Theydon saw his commissionaire perched on the step of a cab swinging in deftly behind the waiting car.